Who are we sometimes I wonder
Mercenaries or lovers
On this side of the thunder
It can be awful hard to know

Sell our love for the paycheck or
Spend the night on the freight deck
For all the dues that we collect
Our hearts can be overdrawn

Dead in the water
Like lamb to the slaughter
If the wind doesn’t sing her song
And I’m speaking in tongues
Cause I need a Holy Ghost

The geeks they can smell when you’re coming
Even out in the cold
They’ll wait you out yeah
They’ll grind you down
But they’re gonna get what they’re owed

I know the red thread unravels
I know you’re blue and you’re black
But there’s still time if you don’t mind
The way that the odds are stacked

Dead in the water
Lamb to the slaughter
If the wind doesn’t sing her song
And I’m speaking in tongues
Cause I need a Holy Ghost